Zhao Lingfei smiled like a flower.

Look south.

It seems to be separated by mountains and seas, but it is only within a glance.

The beloved is at hand.

Everyone around who looked at her posture almost didn't doubt who Zhao Lingfei was in her eyes and heart at this time.

It's just that.

In a heart lake lotus pond that everyone doesn't know.

A splendid green lotus that was originally slowly swaying swayed more and more.

Inside the lotus pond.

It's as if a silent storm is raging in all directions.

A green lotus, a pool of silt, and two flying swords.

All of them were affected by the storm, and none of them were spared.

The dark black silt is like fine sand, accumulating deeper and deeper, submerging the lotus roots.

The flying sword that was originally half inserted in the mud became less and less exposed as the silt accumulated.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei stared at the distant mountains, her smile unchanged.

Jiang Chebai's face was stiff, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared straight at the woman who didn't have him in her eyes from beginning to end.

Suddenly.

Jiang Chebai took a step forward suddenly, gritted his teeth, his smile trembled, and he squeezed out a sentence in his mouth.

"I don't believe it! Where's that man?"

Concubine Zhao Lingfei ignored him.

Jiang Che's pale face distorted in an instant.

He suddenly yelled, "Where is he?"

The roar continued throughout the audience.

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body suddenly tensed.

Although it was only fleeting, it returned to the happy posture just now.

But.

Jiang Chebai still keenly captured the horse's feet that were exposed at that moment.

He laughed heartily: "It's fake! It's all fake! He's not with you, he's not there! Or he doesn't love you at all!"

Hear that.

Zhao Lingfei's breath was suffocated, her pretty face was snow-white, and her delicate body couldn't suppress the trembling and trembling.

The pain that she had worked hard to suppress in her heart for most of the past six months was like a wine overflowing from the glass.

Zhao Lingfei still didn't hold back.

He was her nightmare, her lifelong enemy, the scar at the tip of her heart that might never heal......

Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled, "No, no, he just has something to do, not by my side, he has always, always been there......"

Yes, he has always been in her heart.

The Zhao Rong who bullied her should be in her hometown in Nanxiaoyao Continent by now.

But.

Another naughty childlike brother, although she is occasionally annoyed, but also smiles at her and holds her hand, still remains in her heart.

Her heart is small.

Very small, very small.

There is room for only one person.

And that person has always occupied a position and is unwilling to go.

She hated him to death.

Concubine Zhao Ling's chest rose and fell violently, and she tried to calm down: "Husband will come to look for me soon, he is on the way, you get out!"

But although Concubine Zhao tried her best to endure it, her voice still had a trembling tail, and her delicate body trembled from time to time.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Chebai became more and more sure of the judgment in his heart, and a smile bloomed on his face again, and his tone was "step by step":

"Concubine Ling, don't lie to yourself, he doesn't care about you at all, you just got married this year and separated, how can he have any of you in his heart?"

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned her head, opened her eyes and scolded angrily: "Shut up! Shut up! He's not here, and you never want to come in!"

She clutched her heart, as if she wanted to plug it up forever, imprison the person she hated forever.

Jiang Chebai laughed heartily, his voice loud and piercing.

And at this moment.

Zhao Lingfei is in the lotus pond of the heart lake in the heart of the eyebrows.

A sudden storm is getting stronger.

This Heart Lake Lotus Pond was the Great Dao Blessing she obtained when she entered the Haoran Realm.

It is the vision of the heart lake that is the first in the world.

The two natal flying swords that were bred in it.

All of them are first-class.

One handle, the sword name bamboo horse.

One handle, the sword name is Qingmei.

Each has its own unique magical powers, and the most mysterious thing is that the magical powers of this bamboo horse and green plum complement each other, like a fish in water.

This is the reason why she is called the first-grade sword fairy embryo by the desperate Que Taiqing Mansion.

But such a perfect foundation of the Great Dao.

It seems to be particularly hateful.

Since the beginning of the year, the sword heart has shattered, causing the bamboo horse to fall from a first-class flying sword to a mortal grade, and most of the sword fairy embryos have been destroyed.

Now, it is not easy to repair it a little, but this time my heart is shocked again, and the heart lake is ravaged by the storm.

For Jian Xiu, it was simply miserable.

The dim bamboo horse that was obliquely inserted in the silt of the lotus pond was about to be completely buried in the silt.

The first-class psychic flying sword that was once eligible to be archived by the three-foot building of the Tai'a Sword Pavilion was still a little spiritual.

The bamboo horse suddenly trembled slightly, as if it was making a final struggle, or could it be to call for help to its green plum, or to say goodbye?

However, the bamboo horse is like a person who is half-trapped in a swamp, and the more he struggles, the faster he sinks.

And that glorious bewitching green lotus.

At this moment, it is like a candle in the wind, swaying.

Take a closer look.

I found that it was the green plum in the lotus who was frantically breaking free.

The lotus body swings violently.

It seems that the next moment Qinglian will be broken, and Qingmei will be able to get out and save the bamboo horse that was born on the same day as it, intimate, and dependent on the avenue.

If the bamboo horse is gone, is the green plum still a green plum?

But.

In the end, Qingmei still couldn't break free.

Because.

This lotus pond is the painting ground of the owner of the heart lake.

Jiang Chebai bent over, smiled and smiled, and gradually stopped.

He wiped his face, looked up at Concubine Zhao Ling, whose eyes were gradually dull, laughed miserably, and said softly:

"Concubine Ling, tell me, who that man is, I'll go to him, whatever he wants, I'll give him, as long as he can leave completely. ”

Zhao Lingfei's pupils shrank suddenly.

She still covered her heart, but her slender and tall body was shaky.

Zhao Lingfei's eyelids were lowered, her gaze was dull, and she muttered to herself:

"You, you can insult Concubine Ling, but you can't insult him...... No...... Giggles, but he doesn't want me anymore, he should be happy to give me up to someone else, right? But I don't, I don't ......."

A bright red "cinnabar mole" suddenly appeared at the center of her white eyebrows.

It's like being dotted with an eyebrow pencil.

But.

The next second.

The "cinnabar mole" fell between the eyebrows, bringing a bright red trace.

It's like a beauty holding a thrush and scribbling it off by mistake.

The red trail winds and winds, and the path twists and turns.

Passed the corners of her mouth and smeared her lips.

Then pause slightly at the pointed chin.

Blood droplets.

dyed her white garments red.

"Not good. ”

Ning Ying suddenly exclaimed, her face pale.

"Senior Sister Lingfei's sword heart is unstable, there is a danger that the heart lake will collapse, and the flying sword will fall!"

Sword cultivation and sword training, pay attention to the purity of thoughts, there is no other mind, it is a sense of simplicity of mind, because they have to focus on the sword.

But this has also caused the general paranoid character of sword cultivation, and it is very easy to drill the tip of the horns and endanger the sword heart.

And the sword heart is mysterious and mysterious, it is a kind of thing similar to the mind, and the most direct thing that is affected is the natal flying sword and the heart lake, which is also the foundation of sword cultivation, which is extremely important.

The people in Taiqing Mansion were suddenly shocked and hurriedly rushed towards Concubine Zhao Ling.

Jiang Chebai, who was staring at Concubine Zhao Ling with a miserable smile, was slightly stunned after seeing the bloodstain, his eyes widened, and he said in horror: "Concubine Ling, no!"

The students of Taiqing Mansion: "Senior Sister Lingfei, stabilize your sword heart, don't do stupid things!"

The onlookers were even more alarmed.

"Stop her, stun her, can't let her read anymore!"

"Go ......"

A group of people rushed towards Concubine Zhao Ling.

There are people who are good at cultivating, such as Jiang Chebai, who has already arrived in front of Concubine Zhao Ling.

But.

In a flash.

All approachers flew upside down.

It turned out to be a piece of silver-white sword qi blooming out of Zhao Lingfei's body.

It's like a big moon spreading silver light.

It was difficult for everyone to get close for a while!

A pair of eyes were horrified.

But before they could think about it.

"Get out, you all get out, don't come here, he bullies me, forget it, you also come to bully me?!"

Zhao Lingfei's voice was cold.

At this moment, she is in the lotus pond of the heart lake.

The terrible storm has climbed to its peak.

The bamboo horse had stopped trembling, and only the last ray of light remained.

And Qingmei, who is desperate, is still slacking off and colliding with Qinglian.

It's just that the green plum's gorgeous sword body is gradually covered with dim light spots.

Bamboo horses and green plums, depending on each other.

If the bamboo horse is destroyed, the green plum will no longer be a green plum.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei stared at this tragic scene in the lotus pond of the Heart Lake obsessively.

The words of the people around who could not get close to them faded away.

She smiled lightly.

The gaze was a little hazy.

Suddenly I felt very tired and tired, and I wanted to fall into an unknown dream.

A certain moment.

Among the crowd behind her, another man rushed desperately towards the silver-white sword qi barrier.

The whole body convulsed and flew out upside down.

Zhao Lingfei didn't pay any attention to it.

But.

When the man got up again and staggered forward.

"Qingjun. ”

He said.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei suddenly trembled and did not look back.

Zhao Rong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His footsteps slammed into the silver-white sword qi again.

This time.

But there is no hindrance.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

Swallow a mouthful of blood foam vigorously.

He walked forward.

took her hand directly.

"Qingjun, let's go. ”

Zhao Lingfei looked down at the big hand that completely wrapped her bare hand.

Zhao Rong didn't look back at her, he looked ahead, pulled her trembling body, and strode away.